Seeing "The Light"

*Unsure of exact date*

I remember having a dream a few years ago, where I apparently had died.  I was in a library or in a big building, and my essence or "spirit" was floating up above a bunch of people.  I think I was floating horizontally and head first slowly toward a big, beautiful, bright light of kaleidoscopic color.  It was like nothing I had ever seen before.  As I was approaching the light, I had an overwhelming feeling of excitement and anticipation to get there.   I felt so much love, joy, fulfillment, peace, passion, acceptance, beauty and wonderment... all brimming and spilling from my being.  It was indescribable, really.  As I came closer, an inaudible "voice" asked me if I accept (God) into my heart, and in my heart, I answered "Of Course!", then woke up before I was able to go into it.

I'm not sure if I was remembering dying from a past life or if it was something else, but I saw it, and it was beautiful.

Bound cop and a portal

A guy throws a cop (tied up) into the road from his car.  I witness it, and there are people with me.  He comes after me, and I, along with my friends, scatter.  Three go one way, three go another.  I realize I'm with people I don't really know.  While trying to run and hide, I feel I need to "find my best friend".  I creep out a blond girl when I hug her.

I am driving an RV or delivery truck and I stop in an old couple's back yard.  The wife knows me, I think.  I was hiding in the back of the truck but go inside.  A friend from my massage class, Iva, is there (I try on shoes or a bra) and I'm saying I need to find my friends.

I go into an antique chest and come out of a portal in someone's home, then run to the next portal before anyone can see me.

I am at a fair briefly, where I see an acquaintance named Karl and his younger brother who looks like him. 

Scalp Removal/Big Black Labrador

I had some weird dreams over the past few nights. A few nights ago, I had a dream that I had some kind of procedure done where they removed the top part of my skull and scalp to remove something big out of my brain. It was kind of like a birth, because I remember asking if I could hold it. They didn't stitch it back up so I was walking around with the top part of my head flapping around. And I remember feeling uneasy like I was running away from something.

In a dream I had the night before last, a tall man (with dark hair?) was trying to kill me, and possibly some other people. I was in my old house at Imperial Groves Drive, and the man had a "big black labrador" (I remember that specifically) and there was some kind of robot spider... child...thing.... I don't remember this dream very well, but it was vivid while I was lying in bed still. It faded away from my memory since I didn't write it down.

However, the next day, which was yesterday... I was on that OKcupid dating site, and I came across a guy who said that he had a "big black labrador". I found it very weird. He didn't look like the man in my dream, so I disregarded it and figured I don't want to know him anyway. LOL

On a beach just after sunset...

On a beach - Just after sunset - sun was setting in the East - neon pink clouds - I was in a new place


I remember lying down in the sand and something was hovering over me in the sky and swooping down (a big jellyfish?) and I was shielding myself with something. I felt something scratching on my feet... like someone or something was grabbing them. Dream switched - I thought my mom was touching my feet while I was sleeping, but I think I was still dreaming. Dreamt that the maintenance guy came over with workers and came into the house to fix something. I had some girl friends over and we were having a party in my room or something... being silly. I think my old friends from middle school, Sallie and Julie were there... My best friend Rachel was there and so was Rachel Maniaci (another friend from middle school).

David Wilcock - New Orleans House

In the dream, I needed to find David Wilcock so I could ask him a question. I don't think I even knew exactly what the question was, myself. He had a huge, beautiful, 2-story house on the water or with a big lake in the back. It was somewhere in New Orleans, Louisiana (I don't know why there, specifically). When I saw the house I felt extremely jealous and a little angry. I thought that his house was the house I was supposed to be living in and it was like my dream house. He was married and lived there with his wife. When I found him, he seemed to be in a big hurry and was short with me as he walked hurriedly. I think he was either filming a movie or preparing to do a radio show from his house. He was very annoyed with me and I felt stupid but I wouldn't leave. I told him I had a question, but I couldn't think of what to ask. What I wanted was to sit and talk, which he did not have time for. I hung around while people were arranging the set (for filming?) and I thought that since I'm a film student, I should sit in to watch how things were done. Then I saw other students that I recognized coming into his house and standing near me. I was confused and a little annoyed at that. I also somewhat remember a part where his wife thought I was a fan and that I wanted him, so she wanted me to leave, but I enthusiastically stated that I'm not interested in him, I just wanted to ask him a question.

I think I know what some of the symbolism could mean. The metaphor of the house might indicate how I often felt a connection with Edgar Cayce, and my subconscious perhaps was jealous that his soul could inhabit David Wilcock’s "house". I don't know. And maybe since he is a filmmaker and musician and is also artistically driven as I am, maybe part of me wanted to reach out to connect but felt ignored.

**Observation update: Feb. 6, 2010

Recently have been watching interviews of John Goodman. He lives in New Orleans, Louisiana with his wife.